As the scent of my youth creeps back into my mind
I remember us in the field and thus returns
The potent mixture of my defining memory
Of the earth’s geosmin…
Of my sandalwood…
Of your petrichor…
The smell we revealed to each other
The day I plucked the red queens lace
And we experienced Mitti Attar
The day we learned the Earth could breathe
And we felt her breath upon our skin
I can smell us still
In the corners of my cracked mind

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Imrogue
over 3 years

beautiful poem!

Cory Garcia
over 3 years

Petrichor (/ˈpɛtrɨkɔər/) is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek, petra, meaning ‘stone’, + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology...

It was written for a friend who reminded me there is much more to this life than settling...

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

An amazing experience :)

james matthew coleman
over 5 years

Petrichor is the best!!

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

lol thanks Quil

Quil
over 5 years

Had to bust out the dictionary on this one lol. I should find me some petrichor, sounds lovely. Love your words as always.

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Thanks! This one was worth every second :)

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Thank you brother :)

Duce
over 5 years

Nicely done! #bravomyfriend

-Duce

Amber M. Royse
over 5 years

Always! :)

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Absolutely ;)

Thanks for being such a good friend and for your constant support :)

Amber M. Royse
over 5 years

Beautiful!

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